ModLang72 - Picture Gallery

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Thanks to the wonders of modern technology, it's no longer necessary to order a second set of prints from Boots if you want to share your snaps with a friend. In fact technology can even make your photos better than they were and get rid of all those large areas of sky or ceiling which you don't remember being there when you took the pictures (unfortunately there's still no way of removing alcohol-induced camera shake!). The last two reunions have produced a glut of pictures, some of which you can see on the Reunions page. If you have any of your own which you'd like to contribute, please get them scanned somewhere (preferably in JPEG or GIF format) and email them to us. Of course those of you that have really made it in the world can send images taken on your digital cameras! But what about all the photos of the Bradford days you've got stashed away in private places in case anyone from your current life finds them? These are the ones we really want to see. So, go on, get up into the attic and root about. When you've finished doing that, see if you can find some old photos while you're up there. Then use the Company scanner when no-one's looking and get those images off to us. If you could add a bit of text for each, that would be great! And before you give up, yes, we know this page takes an age to load - but it'll be worth it!
From Derek: The star of the photo below is my old minivan, 292 TNN - my first ever car, which I only had in my final year at Bradford. So the photo is definitely 1971-72, and is taken at the back of Revis/Denis Halls of Residence, presumably after we'd been for a game of footy. Who took the photo? For some reason I seem to vaguely recall that it was Alan Toms, but I'm not at all certain.
	Caption Competition If you can think of a good caption for the picture on the left, please email it to us. Here's a few of Derek's suggestions: Don't you think it's about time you finally saw a doctor, Mark?" "No, Mike, you really don't need to dress like that to go to the Kash for a curry!" "It's OK guys, I'm sure flares will be back in fashion by, er, the year 2000" "Excuse me, is this the venue for the ' Weirdly Dressed Students' Competition?"
Right: Edwina, Steve and Mike looking innocently cool before a major torture session in the dreaded Interpreting Lab. Note the use of headphones to stop any sounds disturbing their mental stillness.
	Left, from Pamela: Graduation. Sorry this is not very clear. It is the only one I have, as my father decided to take his own. As I was waiting for an operation, my only memory is that Fiona helped me up on to the platform, and I was still recovering by the time I was shaking Harold Wilson's hand, as he said, "Congratulations."
	Left again No, this wasn't some culinary concoction made from meagre Presov rations. Mike managed to roast his underpants which was OK except it was the only pair he'd brought to Presov. Pic courtesy of Mike More pictures of Presov yesterday and today

Right: A rather atmospheric shot of the girls' block at Presov with a full armour of scaffolding. We never saw any work being done but the scaffolding did provide an albeit potentially lethal route into the girls' block after hours. Our girls were on the 4th or 5th floor, thank God no higher. When the scaffolding was frozen, as it often was, the climb got interesting. Pic from Mike.
	Left:, from Mike New Year for some of us was spent at the Sliezky Dom hotel in the High Tatras. For most it was a first experience of skiing and one that poor Edwina probably won't forget. We skied by the hotel on what later turned out to be a frozen lake. But the whole experience was magic!
Right, from Pamela: Tatras. Sue and Fiona. I was not actually there, but they gave me this photo.
	Left, from Pamela Presov. Audrey, Fiona and Pamela, with Marija, the cleaning lady at the Internat. She invited us (and Sue, who was unable to come) to her sister's flat. As you can see, it was Christmas. When we were about to leave for England, they gave each of us a pile of bone china plates.I wrapped each one in a jumper or skirt, and they were so tightly packed in my holdall, that they survived the journey home. I still have one of them!
Right, from Pamela PamelaPresov. Taken on the same occasion as the previous one. They brought in a neighbour's child, to dress her up in national costume, then asked which of us would be brave enough to dress up and stand with her. I was the one who volunteered.